You are all replaceable, says the tycoon and points to the actors.
Torsten Flassig?
Can go.
His brother Carsten does it for half.
Wolfram Koch, sitting casually at the front of the ramp, summarized in the short strike scene how he and his colleagues have felt over the past year and a half.
If you're already playing a play about capitalism, social utopias and illusions for the reopening of the Frankfurt theater, the theater itself has to appear somehow.
Especially when the main character can speak in almost full rows for the first time.
With “Oil”, staged by Jan-Christoph Gockel, the house has started a new phase of pandemic theater.
For some it was too tight to sit close together with strangers wearing a mask, others have visibly, after a brief hesitation, found their way back into the posture of the accomplished theater-goer.
Even after the premiere, some did not yet know how they would feel about being in a full house again in the future.
This, it seems, will be a new process of getting used to it.
The actors, however, showed the relief and joy that they no longer played into a black void.
And the audience, which applauded fiercely, may have applauded one more round, because it felt the same as before.
Correct.